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Manohar Kumar
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A desire for the new year
Sometimes it's good to slip in  slow in the new time lest the thin crust of new breaks in the dissolving old Everything in its place, nothing extra An unedited time to rearrange desires,  the dusted shelves of habits,  the rusting ruse of dreams, the open c...

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बिखरा केवल मैं ही नहीं
बिखरा केवल मैं ही नहीं  आदत में अक्सर हर चीज  बिखरी लगती है, शब्द,  चाय के गिलास, कपड़े ,  और स्मृतियाँ। कितना कुछ है अतिरिक्त जो  बीता नहीं.  Aug. 17, 2016

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Why cure words?
The muse is afar  A single soliloquy is  all I can muster  I have forgotten the  words of loneliness  the syllables of despair The drifting moon  cracks open the secrets  of longing but the text is   undecipherable  Why do you call forth  in unfathomable ge...

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Notes to the confused self
Be eager, in the monotony of the day lies a crack that  only some fathom, others  rarely see, and some  pass it by. Take time not  to injure your solitude with  the reckless pursuit of  meaning. Not all that  passes is worth the distraction,  not all that a...

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Evening musings
  Slouched in the easiness of my bean bag I listen to music from far, the rumours of memories faint for a while. The light has gone dimmer, an easy dusk slips through the window and settles on the tip of the coffee table. I switch on the yellow light to ene...

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Untitled
We wondered whether we could push  through the dusky silence of the mountains, an old song stabs at the corners of the evening. In the folds of the hills we read our fault lines.  Desires, like distant echoes, ebbed and flowed like a dead melody over the va...

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The disappearance of words
And suddenly it meant nothing, he had seen the dust settle on the letters. This was a disappearance he had always feared, not the disappearance of the lost or of the longing, but the disappearance of the things near, things that stop speaking, things that t...

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Old skin, lost words
Old skin, you have feasted  on silence for long. The words you don't have are your scars.  When will you be whole again?  When will your creases fill?  For long you have listened and forgotten your voice. In  the nights of agony only a  whimper escapes your...

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सपने का आदमी
आज कुछ अटका हुआ है दिन छन कर आया हो जैसे किसी उदासी से, आज तो कहीं नहीं गया मैं, न किसी से बात ही की। माज़ी तो नहीं जो दबे पाँव सांझ की करवट ओढ़े मेरी खिड़की पर अटका पड़ा है? अब मुझे पूछ ही लेना चाहिए उससे जो गए बरस छोड़ गयी क्या वो जाते-जाते अपने सपनों में आया ...

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बचा हुआ सा कुछ
शब्द सीखा तुमसे ही  मैंने, एक यकीन था  उनके जादू पर।   कैसे घर कर जाते  थे शब्द जब कभी  ख़ामोशी का दायरा  बढ़ जाता। कभी  हाथों के गीलेपन  से उसे हम चुरा  लेते, कभी धूप के  नन्हे से टुकड़े से  उधार मांग लेते और  आदतन चाय की  चुस्कियों में ज़ाया  कर देते।  जो बचा...
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